Burning AN:This song totally goes with their whole relationship, so I had to incorporate it into a story. Oh…my bad if there's another story with this title! Disclaimer: Oy! None are mine! Rating: PG…I guess. * I am colorblind, Coffee black and egg white. Pull me out from inside. He sat there watching, the curve of her neck her hair brushing against the counter top. The way she curled her toung over her top lip as she concentrated. Oblivious. I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am.... He didn't say a word, simply watched her. His heart so full he was afraid it was going to explode. He swallowed, then again. Trying to remember how to breath. What do you want. What do I want. Want. Need. Everything. Taffy stuck and tongue tied, Stutter shook and uptight. Pull me out from inside. She thought he didn't care, thought... He did care. Cared so much it hurt. That's why he couldn't move, was frozen. He was afraid if he blinked, he'd loose the moment. And be alone. In his bed awake, like so many times before. I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am...fine...... She tucked her hair behind her ear. She cocked her head to the side then made a note. She lay the pen down and paused, staring off as if lost. She sighed. He shuffled his feet, and she sat up. She could feel him. Feel his eyes on her. Her face flushed and she waited for only silence. I am covered in skin, No one gets to come in. Pull me out from inside. She knew he was there, waiting for him to make a move, waiting for words waiting for something. The fire. The way gooseflesh popped up along her arms. She picked up her pen and stuck it into her mouth, chewing. Something. I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding. I am, color-blind, He took a step closer, and leaned over to peer over her shoulder, careful not to touch her. She bit her lip and dipped her head. She turned to look at him and her heart caught in her throat. Coffee black and egg white. Pull me out from inside. They stood like that for a few moments, caught up in each other. Still dancing, still denying. Sara's pen rolled across the table and she sucked in a quick breath. She needed to get out of there, or she was certain she would spontaneously combust. I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am....fine. She pushed her chair back and her back connected with Grissom's chest. He hadn't been expecting it. I am....fine. It was like the Fourth of July. I am.... fine. Then Sara stood and all that was left was cold, and longing. Bitter. It might be too late. I am fine. The end.
End Note: The lyrics are by the counting crows, and thus belong to them! I'm just borrowing them. No infringement
intended.
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